I’ve been engaged for a few months now, but that didn’t stop me from hitting on a guy at the pub one night.

I had gone out with some friends, and we ended up at a bar that had a live band. We were all dancing and having a great time, when I noticed this guy across the room.

He was tall, with a strong jaw and broad shoulders. He had a certain air about him that made him stand out from the rest.

Before I knew it, I was making my way over to him. I don’t know what came over me, but I just had to talk to him.

I was wearing my engagement ring, so I guess it was a bit strange, but I didn’t think much of it at the time. I introduced myself, and he told me his name.

We talked for a while, and he seemed really interested in me. He even asked me to dance, and I accepted.

We laughed and joked around while we danced together, and before I knew it, I was flirting with him. I was getting lost in the moment, and I forgot all about my engagement.

I had completely forgotten that I was taken and that I was wearing a ring symbolizing my commitment to another man.

Suddenly, I remembered and felt embarrassed. I had worked up the courage to talk to this guy, and now here I was, trying to flirt with him while wearing a ring I had just promised to another man.

I quickly apologized and told him that I was taken. He seemed understanding and said it was no problem.

He even asked if I wanted to stay and dance until the end of the night, but I told him that I had to go.

I felt guilty and ashamed of myself on the way home. I had betrayed my fiancé, and I knew it.

It was a moment of weakness and I was ashamed that I let myself get carried away like that. I had gone out with the intent to have fun, not to hit on someone else.

It happened to me recently and it hurt more than I could have expected. I had been seeing this ang mo girl for close to a year.

We met in Thailand and the connection was instant. We had the same sense of humor, the same taste in music, and the same outlook on life.

We both wanted to make a difference in the world, and we wanted to do it together.

We had plans to travel the world, to have our own business, to have a big family and all the other things that young couples in love dream about. We were inseparable.

We were always laughing and enjoying each other’s company.

But then one day, something changed. I started to notice that all of her conversations revolved around money.

She would talk about how she wanted to buy this and buy that. She would always ask me how much money I had, and she would constantly try to get me to buy her expensive things.

At first I thought she was just being playful and trying to joke around with me, but it quickly became clear that she was only interested in my money.

She didn’t care about me as a person, only about my wealth.

I was devastated. I had opened up my heart to her and let her into my life, only to find out that she was only after my money.

I knew I had to end it, but it was so hard. I had grown to love her and I didn’t want to let her go.

But I knew I had to do it. I knew I had to set boundaries and make sure that she understood that our relationship was not about money.

I told her that I could not be with someone who was only after my money and that I wanted someone who cared about me as a person.

It was a hard conversation to have, but I knew it was the right thing to do. I had to stay true to my values and make sure that I was setting the right example for myself.

The breakup was painful, but I knew I had made the right decision.

When I look back at the situation, I can’t help but be thankful that I ended the relationship when I did. It was a difficult decision, but it was the right one.

Nobody deserves to be with someone who is only after their money, and I am glad that I was able to recognize it before it was too late.

It was a typical Weekend night in town. My mum and I had decided to go out and enjoy the nightlife.

We had been at the bar for a few hours, enjoying a few drinks and catching up on life.

My mum and I had been exceptionally close since I was a child because my father had left us and so I was raised up all by her efforts.

That night, something happened that I could never have expected. I saw a guy across the room who caught my eye.

I couldn’t believe it – he was even more attractive than I had imagined when I first saw him. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

My mum noticed my gaze and said, “Go on, go talk to him.” I was taken aback – I hadn’t expected her to be so supportive!

I looked at her in surprise and she said, “Go on, I’ll stay here and keep an eye out for you.”

I took a deep breath and walked over to where he was standing. We got talking and I felt like we had a real connection.

He was so easy to talk to and we had so much in common. We kept chatting for hours and it was clear that we liked each other.

Eventually, my mum came over and said it was time to go home. She gave us a knowing smile and said, “I think you two should exchange numbers.”

She was practically pushing us together, making way for us to hook up!

I was so embarrassed and I could feel my face turning red. But my mum just smiled and said, “It’s ok, I know you like him. I don’t mind.”

So, I gathered my courage and asked him for his number. He gladly gave it to me and we drank together with my mum for a bit.

After a few drinks, my mum winked to me and announced loudly that she had some friends to meet and asked us to continue our night.

It was clear that she knew that the guy and I were all ready to ‘mate.’

After my mum left, we engaged in a little bit of flirting and it eventually led to some kissing and touching.

We eventually went back home together to do ‘adult’ business.

It was one of the wildest nights of my life and till date I still cannot believe that my Mum had paved the way for me to hook up with the guy.

(M43) my partner of 15 years (F38) admitted to having a drink too much in a work party and kissing a co-worker and I ended it and moved out. Now I’m being blamed

In August she came back from on overseas work trip, and she was not really herself. I thought she was tired or having a work issue that she’d rather not discuss so I acted normally and never brought it up.

Early September she said we need to talk, then confessed that after the work thing everyone went to the hotel’s bar to celebrate and that someone kissed her and she kissed him back. She said she had drunk wine and says it wouldn’t have happened without the alcohol.

We’ve been together for about 15 years, neither had the desire to have children so we have none, I always treated her with respect and trusted her fully, and the few disagreements we had over the years were silly nonsense that we worked out immediately and never even had one event that amounts to a “fight”.

Still, cheating is and has always been to me a definitive and immediate relation killer. I knew exactly where I stood and didn’t even think twice before telling her that I appreciate her honesty and the fact that she did not want to continue living a lie, but that it was over and I’ll begin moving out in a few days. I couldn’t stay with her in the same place and needed time to take in the shock so I went and stayed with my mother and let it all dawn on me. It was painful, I felt immense betrayal, I thought about the best years of my life that I wasted with her and the times I shut down attempts by women or left immediately when I felt someone was becoming flirtatious, and I just felt like an utter fool.

Anyway I got calls from mutual friends and her family, and I remained very respectful to her but told everyone that I can’t recover from something like that and that it’s over and no hard feelings. I then went back while she was out and took a few pieces of my own clothing and books and left everything else. Did not want to look pity and take any other items even the things that I bought, which is basically pretty much everything since I always wanted to be the provider.

That was in October, and since then I’ve been slowly recovering psychologically and getting back to my normal routine, and I think I will be alright. Naturally I remember things from all the years we’ve been together and I feel deep dark sadness, but I don’t miss her nor want her back, and I can’t imagine being with her again now that I visualize her kissing another man. I am thoroughly repulsed.

The problem is that people on my side, a couple of my own friends and a few family members, have begun telling me that I was mistaken and they just couldn’t tell me that during the tougher times when my world was crashing down. I hear things like “a single kiss is nothing”, “it’s not like they slept together or even made out”, “you can’t throw away 15 years for a few seconds of weakness”, and the one I get the most is one form or another of “it was the wine”.

As much as I’d like to claim that I’m totally confident and no words by anyone would made me doubt myself, they succeeded in making me wonder if I’d reacted in the wrong way. It takes time for my change of address to take effect, so she still gets my mail and bills and calls me, and I go to pick them up and act politely but very robotically. She still tells me that she’s sorry and she’d do anything to get another chance, but the betrayal keeps replaying in my head and it’s horrific. I don’t want to be with her ever again.

Now I’m neither looking for affirmation nor blame. I’m seeking your honest opinions no matter what they are, and I can take it no problems. Don’t spare my feelings or anything. Just tell it as it is. Thanks you